Recalling his experiences over the past three days, Gao Ming's eyelids trembled. He didn't want to eat cake for the rest of his life.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,A man in his twenties, over six feet tall and wearing a raincoat, appeared outside the door moments later. His face was grim as he scanned the surrounding doors.。